Because it's that exact moment that he grins and sidles up to her, tucking away the sword in its sheathe and his flag in the crook of his arm. ]
I'm starving. No, no, no need for me to rest. There are different kinds of tired, you feel? Too tired to spar, too tired to think. Not tired enough to grab a bite, since replenishing yourself is just as important. It is getting to be about lunch time, isn't it?
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[ Gebura, probably: Oh, bad!
Because it's that exact moment that he grins and sidles up to her, tucking away the sword in its sheathe and his flag in the crook of his arm. ]
I'm starving. No, no, no need for me to rest. There are different kinds of tired, you feel? Too tired to spar, too tired to think. Not tired enough to grab a bite, since replenishing yourself is just as important. It is getting to be about lunch time, isn't it?